Staying still proved to be a difficult task for me, as anxious thoughts caused worms to crawl all over my body. Judging by the current timeline I’m in, it’s easier to frame people with simple things such as this damn pouch. ‘My death sentence might come sooner just because of my clumsiness.’ I didn’t bother to check its contents. The lesser I know, the better. As I continued pacing around the room, the air gets heavier and harder to breathe in. With the loss of air, the negative thoughts easily terrorized my brain and make things look worse than they already were. I winced when my arms started to sting, but that’s the least of my worries. Maybe, anytime from now, someone will barge in through that door and throw me into their prison. Or they’re just waiting for me to come out, then seize me. If I were imprisoned… Oh no… Don’t get me started with various things they’ll do to me. TOO LATE, MY BRAIN ALREADY STARTED TO THINK OF THOSE. OH,
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